Kalan.FrFr - Part 2 lyrics
Kalan Montgomery [L.A., California. USA.]
[Kalan.FrFr - Part 2 lyrics]
You thought we wasn’t gon‘ do another one
Aye, aye, aye, aye look
Arjay On The Beat
Part 2, if you a smart dude
You ain’t gon‘ beef with us
It ain’t shit to get your people touched
I ain’t dropped all summer
I gotta heat it up
Hellcat’n on the plug, left him in the dust
I ain’t need no cosign, I got it out the mud
If your doggie ain’t gon‘ up it
He a fuckin’ scrub
All these bitches on my dick
Who gon‘ eat it up
Man this Rhino got me stuck
Can’t even fuckin’ nut
Lil pussy nigga we ain’t homies
Get your bitch fucked let a nigga trip
We got more K’s than the Klu-Klux
2 cups, this ain’t lemonade
Get your juice up
Pocket full of turtles, all franklins
Get your blues up
Who more up than us, who gon‘ fuck with us
Fuck that Jag truck, pull that Bentley up
Niggas had to sign a deal to ride foreign
Been had strips
All that scam shit got boring
Where da opp enchiladas
Tooda got the choppa
Nigga think he Dex Osama
Niggas know we dropping shit
So when they see us they get bug eyed
And bitch niggas wanna freeze up
Bitches know we popping shit
So when they see us
They get bug eyed, they wanna
Eat that meat up, yeah
Hoes be real nasty on Twitter
Then they freeze up
Tried to break that bitch back
Fucked my knee up shut the fuck up
If you ain’t got a hunnid bands nigga
If your deal ain’t seven figures
You a fan nigga when it comes down to it
It’s ‘bout the bands nigga
Do my dance nigga
With my nine in my pants nigga
And your boyfriend mad, he can’t get in
He acting tough again
We gon‘ let off a whole hunnid
Shots before he bust again
Them niggas ain’t got no rubber bands
So we don’t fuck with ‘em
Quick to slap a nigga
Bitch go get your brother and ‘em
And Arjay thought I was gon‘ sing again
I heard these niggas out here
Telling like it’s CNN
Bitch I’m ‘bout to cop a mansion
Off this CPN
Spin the block, put him on his period
He bleed again niggas asking about For Real
We finna see again
All in your bitch phone, yeah it’s me again
Gave your Titi her groove back
She twenty three again same nigga
He gon‘ get robbed tryna preach again
She Hot N Ready
You know Kelly tryna eat again
He said if that bitch fifteen
Then I’m fifteen again
This one for the opps
We finna put ‘em on a tee or sumn
Fuck his baby momma
Buy that bitch a weave or sumthin
Aye, aye, aye, aye look
Arjay On The Beat
Part 2, if you a smart dude
You ain’t gon‘ beef with us
It ain’t shit to get your people touched
I ain’t dropped all summer
I gotta heat it up
Hellcat’n on the plug, left him in the dust
I ain’t need no cosign, I got it out the mud
If your doggie ain’t gon‘ up it
He a fuckin’ scrub
All these bitches on my dick
Who gon‘ eat it up
Man this Rhino got me stuck
Can’t even fuckin’ nut
Lil pussy nigga we ain’t homies
Get your bitch fucked let a nigga trip
We got more K’s than the Klu-Klux
2 cups, this ain’t lemonade
Get your juice up
Pocket full of turtles, all franklins
Get your blues up
Who more up than us, who gon‘ fuck with us
Fuck that Jag truck, pull that Bentley up
Niggas had to sign a deal to ride foreign
Been had strips
All that scam shit got boring
Where da opp enchiladas
Tooda got the choppa
Nigga think he Dex Osama
Niggas know we dropping shit
So when they see us they get bug eyed
And bitch niggas wanna freeze up
Bitches know we popping shit
So when they see us
They get bug eyed, they wanna
Eat that meat up, yeah
Hoes be real nasty on Twitter
Then they freeze up
Tried to break that bitch back
Fucked my knee up shut the fuck up
If you ain’t got a hunnid bands nigga
If your deal ain’t seven figures
You a fan nigga when it comes down to it
It’s ‘bout the bands nigga
Do my dance nigga
With my nine in my pants nigga
And your boyfriend mad, he can’t get in
He acting tough again
We gon‘ let off a whole hunnid
Shots before he bust again
Them niggas ain’t got no rubber bands
So we don’t fuck with ‘em
Quick to slap a nigga
Bitch go get your brother and ‘em
And Arjay thought I was gon‘ sing again
I heard these niggas out here
Telling like it’s CNN
Bitch I’m ‘bout to cop a mansion
Off this CPN
Spin the block, put him on his period
He bleed again niggas asking about For Real
We finna see again
All in your bitch phone, yeah it’s me again
Gave your Titi her groove back
She twenty three again same nigga
He gon‘ get robbed tryna preach again
She Hot N Ready
You know Kelly tryna eat again
He said if that bitch fifteen
Then I’m fifteen again
This one for the opps
We finna put ‘em on a tee or sumn
Fuck his baby momma
Buy that bitch a weave or sumthin